Is it asking too much to ask you to persuade her?
My mother and my sisters have written to her, and have produced no effect.

Do me the greatest of all kindnesses--speak to her to-day!" He paused, and possessing himself of Lady Janet's hand, pressed it entreatingly.

"You have always been so good to me," he said, softly, and pressed it again.
The old lady looked at him.

It was impossible to dispute that there were attractions in Horace Holmcroft's face which made it well worth looking at.

Many a woman might have envied him his clear complexion, his bright blue eyes, and the warm amber tint in his light Saxon hair.
Men--especially men skilled in observing physiognomy--might have noticed in the shape of his forehead and in the line of his upper lip the signs indicative of a moral nature deficient in largeness and breadth--of a mind easily accessible to strong prejudices, and obstinate in maintaining those prejudices in the face of conviction itself.
To the observation of women these remote defects were too far below the surface to be visible.